Louisa had written a long letter about her husband and her children, with a postscript.
"P.S .-- I don't half like what you tell me about Juliana and Dr.C--.

For goodness' sake don't encourage her in any of that nonsense.

Sit on it.
Laugh her out of it.

I agree with you that it would be better if she cultivated her mind a little more.
"P.P.S .-- Andrew has just come in.

He says we oughtn't to call her Juliana, but Fooliana." So laughed Louisa, the married woman.
And Fooliana she was called.